Together ... Going up !! (A Poem)


My inertia .. My ignorance,
Swept away by a joyous thunderstorm.
Every chiding.. seems a sweet cadence
Cymbals and lutes ..i hear ,
for it fills my every nerve and every song !

My non existence.. a weedy verdure,
And affliction you induce,
and yet with your enchantment you cure..
An incantation in your eyes did sparkle,
i wish for ur presence , your existence so pure.

A smile on the lips
sets an ebullient soul a-sigh !
Sweets stings of glancing glances
Send shivers of sunlit arctic joy !

Cascades of emotions
of lows and highs..
Spasms of wonderment and surprise
I look ahead.. at the horizon,
sitting by the seaside..
And as every atom ignites
shock waves of Tears and wonderment ..!!

I ask the spirits..
"Together . . We are goin up !"
Hail Buoyant pain ! ,Hail Buoyant joy!
Beauty Ahoy !! Life Ahoy !!

A SWEET MIRE ..( A poem )

Cherry on your cheeks
Twin suns of thee eyes..
thoughts that match ur brows height
yes !! looks do kill guys..
make us board a heavely flight
and mind that annihilates us completely so .

i look to thee .. no longer alone i go ..
I drown deeper in this sweet mire..
brightness brighter yet softer than a fire,
deeper i sink..closed eyes.. yet i fly higher..
deeper i fly ...open eyes.. higher i drown..

Congratulations !!! You just had a baby boy ! er... Without the eyes !!!

Yes, please bear witness to the wonders of modern industrial and chemical revolution.
Kids born without eyes. Fused eyes, to be specific.Symptoms of Frasers Disease. Suspects: Dioxin agents/fertilizer chemical called 'Orange'.

Your turn !!

Of Swings and a Moonlit Sky ...


She sat waiting, On the porch steps . The winter was just settling in . There was a slight chill in the air. A welcome change from the sweat and humidity of the month. The summer had been cruel . It had sapped the life out of the garden and the bottled money plants she so loved and nurtured. The sky was clear . She lifted her chin high and arched her neck to look into the dark blue black expanse above her. She adjusted her palm around the white china bowl she was holding . She did not want to spill the veg Manchow she had learnt to make from the chinese cookbook . It took her the whole afternoon getting things together and another hour at dusk to prepare it. He had given her a tring in the evening and had asked her to get ready to go out for dinner. She had politelyexcused it by saying she had already got home stuff to eat. It had been quite a while since she had prepared anything at home. Work had been really sapping for both of them for the last few months. Yes ! he would be surprised !
He had come a few minutes back, and nonchalantly went ahead to freshen himself . The two white china bowls shimmered under the moonlight. He still had not come out into the portico . She took all the time to lay out the garden table and chairs , with the soup bowls filled to the brim. She tiptoed in and got back with the vinegar , pepper and salt holders. Discernible wisps of steam curling into the darkness above the cups. Nestling a bowl in her palm, feeling its warmth, she walked upto the black, wood and wrought iron swing on the edge of the lawn.

He walked out saying he was feeling hungry and he had work to do. Towel around his neck .. he walked towards her, amused at the serenity she was exposing. A naked tenderness in her twinkling eyes. It was as if there were two shining stars down on earth. He forgot everything. Walked up to her . A smile strengthened by her gaze. Sat down next to her. She could feel his warmth next to her. He picked his bowl and beamed at her. Deep down she hoped he would like it, the soup .. It was a mild warm.. he didnt mind it, he gulped it down. Savouring every drop of it. Talking of the days rigours .. they soothed their parched souls and could feel the distances narrow. Keeping the bowls aside., She leaned on his shoulder, in the nook of his neck and looked up into the sky.He could smell the lavender fragrance of her shampoo in her hair.. as it whiffed against his chin and cheek.She giggled as he almost sneezed. The stars were looking down on them.. blessing them.. The moon peeked at them from behind the palm leaf ..A perfect smile as they both saw the sky at the exact same time . The gentle breeze tugged at her hair... and he kept pushing it behind her ear.!! He felt a faint hum and music in his ear..hummmmmm bzzzzzzz..

WHAACK !!!


"Damn these mosquitoes !!!! , Lets go inside !!! "

When it Rains in Hyderabad !

Ok , I have always been in awe of Hyderabad and Secunderabad. Why ? There are so many stunts happening in and around. That one is never not surprised. People are incredibly stupid, or extremely foolhardy. And there exists no other category. Those who move into the twin cities
curse this particular attribute of the contemporary cityfolk, and after a while are proud exhibitionists of the same !. All caution thrown to the winds. Now.. now , I am .. a proud part of this group myself , I rile my fellow brethren and sistren (go ahead , look this up in the dictionary!! It aint there ;o)) sneer sneer ) for being so inconsiderate about their own well being. But I really dont know what to think of this behaviour which is so incomprehensible and undescribabble. (Babble ... did I say babble... ? yes I did and I mean it.)
Ah . Coming to the single thing which keeps this diverse , well knit (more of knotted ) people tangled together . 'An absolutely irresponsible , uncanny and resolute traffic sense ' .
Yes, that and an awesome hyderabadi flavour of abuses accompanying the traffic. Which , by the way, can be surprisingly audible amidst all the din.
And when it rains .Hyderabadi hell breaks loose. And the brakes get loose too .. There is knee deep water on the main artery of the hyderabadi road network.. Cars are stranded, Autos are weaving around to maneuver into the tiniest of gap they can find so that they are at advantage . And that gap ultimately gets occupied by a broiler chicken laden chetak scooter. So here we have an auto wedged diagonally across the road where cars are neatly lined up for almost 2 km. You will ask, why is'nt the traffic moving at least a trifle ? because, the gentlemen at the front , whose car got stuck in the deepest water, thought better of the situation and locked his vehicle and sped off with an alternative (Walk!)!!! . Ingenuous isnt it .
Sigh ! Sob ! Slosh ! .
And my fine leather shoes are ankle deep in water. Another gentleman prefers to wrap a plastic bag around his feet , bound to his shin using a rubber band. People get a real good exercise to their fingers.. thanks to constant braking and clutching . Nerves are shot , tempers are flaring . One can hear "Bhaadakhows ". "Bhosedeekays" .. "chutiye maakeyodes " flying in the air as if they were tracer bullets. People vying for every foot of the road they can get to get moving forward. Some audaciosly lay claim to the clearing in front of them and if another accomodates himself, the others happily gain the spoils while the verbal duel is going on .

The Hyderabad municipal Corpn is prides itself for its work of maintining the city. At any point of time at night or day , one can see garbage dump trucks shuttling here and there. There is one major landfill within the city. But most people would agree that these trucks empty half of its garbage onto the road while plying . God have mercy on ur nostrils if u get stuck next to one of this cantankerous , obnoxioiously stupefying , odoriferous creatures !!. I wouldnt be surprised if anyone refuses to sit next to you for the next two days. Stench !! man Stench !

The traffic jams are a class apart. We have different traffic jams.

The Kissan Jam : The cause of which is either a convoy of bullock carts carrying grass or household paraphernalia , manned generally by a septagenarian who is oblivious to the advancements to the transport business. It is his birth right to use this government road at speeds of 5-10 km / hr . If its a convoy , the underfed and famished bulls always end up having grass hanging from the cart in front. Also in this category , come cycle-wallahs and cycle rickshaws, and hawker gaadi's selling fruits and chaat, averaging the same speed. No hard feelings , you people.. we know your situation. We jus are cursing our predicament !

The Tutti fruiti Jam : The cause of which are vintage , cantankerous squeaky vehicles which somehow the owners still think will run good on Hyderabadi roads. I have little idea as to why this obstinacy to drive the scrap metal onto the roads. Is it loyalty ? sentiment ? but one thing that is certain that these cars , scooters and autos belonging to semi prehistoric era always end up breaking down in the middle of the road , at peak hour !.

The Mixed Fruit Jam : The cause of which is human psychology , bratty youngsters with powerful zipping engines , nerve shot business executives , loud mouthed Auto rickshaws and oodles of arrogance and tempers. This mostly happens at crossroads . Autos are wedged at wierd angles. Motorcycles are trying to maneuver from underneath the trucks. Small cars are trying to take U turns because their dealer said they had an amazing turn radius and they never really got an opportunity to do so. Ah , The mammoth menace , AP RTC public transport buses trying to execute a right turn from the left end of the road. thus creating a tight deadlock!.Not to forget the drivers consider themselves 'Schumacher' proteges.

And the only interesting one can do .. amongst many that can be done.. is read the bumper stickers , catch phrases at the back of the vehicles

HORN! HORN! (no wonder .. )

"BLOW HORN then SIDE given !" (oh really !)

"BURI nazar wale tera muh kaala ", "Mard ", "Dard" (ouch !)

"DAd's gift " , "Chicago bulls " , "O baby Doll" , "Screaming eagles "

"Dil wale dulhaniya lejayenge " ( is traffic mein koi aur byah lejayega ;)) )

And some have reason to thank traffic jams for finding a soulmate !!! :o)

Sigh ! sic ! Groan ! Slosh !

Dear heavens i could go on and on ....

And Today ... I Ran... I RAN!!! !


More than 5 months since i ran last. I had run in the morning then. With a fresh mind , to gulp in the greenery.To breath into my lungs the hovering dew of the early morning. I felt bright and the run made me feel physically exhausted, yet mentally satisfied.
And I ran today . In the evening !. Only 'teen' times i would have done that through my life so far. Came back from office at around half past six. Changed into tracks . Without a word spoken , I dashed out.
The skylight was dying. The sky, a grey blue turning dark navy . Nothing was on my mind. Or maybe I did not want anything on my mind ?. There were dark clouds gathering in the distant horizon .Flashes of lightening.No thunder though. As i started walking briskly, the trees lining the road hid the threatening clouds looming in the yonder."I have to get back before it starts raining..." Not because i dreaded getting wet. But more like a challenge,when pitted against the inevitable .
Fifty yards of brisk walk and then i started into a skip , a hop and then into a gallop. I clasped my lips shut.My nose flared open. I took a heavy breath every three gallops. (RULE:1 One never breathes through the mouth when in a run, this is undisputed throughout the running community. It accumulates foam and dries the mouth, causing thirst twice faster than required.)

After about 200 mts .. a searing pain ripped at a single point in my abdomen towards the left side. My lungs felt like a furnace. I had to slow down. I gradually came down to a jog. Disappointed . I trotted along in my jog for the next 20 mins. Everytime i gave a burst on my legs .. a few hundred yards and the pains shrivelled me back to a trot. At a bend on the run I reached a tree with a swarm of mosquitoes as thick as a 1990 Ambassdor classic's exhaust(horrible simile !! i Know ! ) . I invaded their buzz and ran through them, hundreds hitting my neck and face. Some digging into my horse sized nostrils. Hundreds buzzing into my ears and countless stuck inside my tees. A minute of thrashing about and flailing my arms , and a couple of elaphant sneezes later ,I continued my run .
30 mins since I started. My head got heavier. I thought I was running smooth. ( RULE: 2 The smoothness/effortlessness of a run is estimated from the noise the feet make ... the lesser the noise.. the smoother and more effortless the run).But I started to realise i mustave been making a noise like a duck with a flipper on a road. My arms were swinging wildly as if i was forcing myself ahead by pushing the air. I i was breathing heavy.The was like an ice pick piercing my abdomen. I felt i was breathing fire. A motorist passing by stared at me in disbelief. Didnt have a second to stare back (RULE: 3 which i generaly do in those cases !give a steely stare back)

My head started to swing like a ping pong ball. I guess people could hear my tread a hundred yards away. A hundred metres ahead, A grandpa turned around to see who it was (me !) disturbing his peaceful walk and frowned . I finally jogged home 2 and a half kms later. I was walking. I couldn't feel my legs . I climbed the steps to the open terrace on the second floor. Did a warm down (RULE:4 One needs to stretch and warm down before and after a heavy run or workout to relax the muscles and avoid muscle cramps the next day.)
Short jumps and stretches .. a PT drill for a minute. I sat down . The sky a pitch dark. I could hear thunder booming in the distance. i felt my head swing . I could see my eyes redden . The red viens formed a pattern on my vision.I sat down and took deep slow breaths. I could hear the thunder again.. but very regular.. like a cannon firing every second !!. I felt my throat throbbing . I felt someone punching me in my back for like 100 times a minute !! My HEARTBEAT !! .. I wanted to relax.. Couldn't .. It wasnt a great run!! but why did I . Was I running away from something !! Or was i Running for something i Wanted... leaving everything behind .............

10 minutes and half a dozen bananas later. This is keyed down ..

Adious amigos , Gracias !!

LOST IN SPACE ...........


Many Moons
The roster of Jupiter’s extended family keeps growing—61 moons at last count, including Io. As seen here, Io hovers just above the Jovian cloud tops—but in fact keeping its distance 217,500 miles (350,000 kilometers) away.


A Star is Born
About 100 million to 300 million years after the big bang, in what had been an ocean of darkness, the first star was born. It happened inside a swirling cloud of hydrogen and helium gas gathered together by the gravity of dense, invisible “dark matter.” As the gases cooled, the center of the cloud collapsed into a dense clump. Over hundreds of thousands of years the clump in turn collapsed, triggering fusion and the birth of a star.



Winds of Change
Winds as strong as a thousand miles an hour (1,600 kilometers an hour) stripe the atmosphere of Saturn in an ultraviolet image captured on March 7, 2003, by the Hubble Space Telescope. The rings surrounding the planet are composed of dust and ice.




The Greatest View
No matter how many times astronauts have photographed Earth during two decades of space shuttle missions, the image in the rearview mirror has never become routine: that perfect blue marble, whorled with white, suspended against blackest space.


Big City Lights
Bright lights reveal big cities in western Europe, Japan, and the eastern U.S. in this composite image of the planet at night from military weather satellites. Other less urbanized places, such as western China and most of Africa, remain dark.


Living Large
Hats off to Hubble’s spectacular image of M104, the Sombrero galaxy, 28 million light-years from Earth. One of the most massive objects in the dense Virgo cluster of galaxies, the Sombrero’s bright core contains a black hole a billion times the mass of our sun.


Space Drifter
Untethered from the space shuttle, Bruce McCandless II drifts 217 miles (349 kilometers) above Earth using a nitrogen-propelled backpack in February 1984. McCandless was the first to use the pack he called a “great flying machine” for a space walk.



Foot Loose and Fancy Free
John Young gives a playful salute during the Apollo 16 lunar mission in 1972. A close look reveals that he’s bounding a foot and a half (46 centimeters) off the lunar surface. On Earth, Young in his bulky suit would have tipped the scales at almost 400 pounds (200 kilograms), but on the moon he weighed only about 65 pounds (30 kilograms).

Cat Chases Bear Up Tree

Perhaps not since the Cowardly Lion has an animal's appearance been so at odds with its attitude.

On June 4 a black bear wandered into a West Milford, New Jersey, back yard, was confronted by a 15-pound (7-kilogram) tabby cat … and fled up a neighbor's tree. Hissing at the base of the tree, Jack the clawless cat kept the bear at bay for about 15 minutes, then ran him up another tree after an attempted escape.

Finally, Jack's owner, Donna Dickey, called the cat inside, and the timorous trespasser disappeared back into the woods.

"He doesn't want anybody in his yard," Dickey said of Jack in an interview with the Newark Star Ledger.

Unlike cats, bears aren't typically territorial, roaming instead over vast areas that would be impossible to patrol for intruders. With a habitat that includes much of North America, black bears are seen fairly often in this region of New Jersey.

Full-grown black bears weigh between 200 and 600 pounds (90 and 270 kilograms) and measure as much as 6 feet (1.8 meters) long. Their diets can include fruits, honey, insects, acorns and animals as big as moose calves—a fact apparently lost on Jack.

'Pen' Strokes of a Strange Bliss

His back pressed against the small yet cosy couch . Just enough to sit two.She sat at one end watching one of those holiday tours they show on 'Travel and Living' . Smiling a while, contemplating a while. He contorted his lithe frame to fit the remainder of the couch.Surprisingly flexible for a guy so slender.He lifted his legs in the air .One feet on the armrest, one across the raised knee , his feet almost reaching the switches .A wiggle of the toe and the lights could go dim ! .He put his head on her lap as she sat .She raised her arm to let him place his head, and put it across the backrest.He saw her smile as she engrossed herself into the sight of clear white sands of the beaches of New Zealand !! . He understood and let loose a mischevious sparkle in his eyes . He gazed at her chin jus a foot away from his lips .Her long eyelashes fluttering with quick blinks . He craned his neck at the television to see what it was that was captivating her so. He immersed himself into the scenery on TV. Soft Azure blue of the ocean.. the breeze on the coconut palms and the green ferns . He wanted to connect to her through the thoughts of a vacation she possibly was thinking . But he missed something.The moment he had turned his glance away from her and onto the TV set,She stole a glance at him.A softness dripping through her eyes . She was aware of his eyes all the while looking at her . She slowly got her hand onto his forehead and pushed his hair back. Ran her finger through his hair gently . They ran in circles .. her fingers . Giving him a strange bliss . He shut his eyes.. She got her other hand onto his chest . She could feel the rippled abs. And then Closer to his face she felt his cheek with the back of her hand , as slow as u would want to feel a crimson rose petal . Right from his ears down to his lips . A soft smile dawned on his face as he drowned in the pleasure of the moment . She bent down and kissed him of the forehead !!!

MALAISE ! Mother Earth..

They had you scorched
They had you hurt
O Earth ,but never would u tell,
such misery , such pain
and the malaise that befell.

Your splendour , your greens,
chopped down all brown ,
you never would complain
A single buzzing heave of the chainsaw
burning splinters orange bright
Oh yes ! you can see the doomsday night!

Bygone the happy days of protection and gratitude
"o mother! o mother! we for thee!" those cries so loud ..
blew away with smoking chimneys of time
and the children lived.... sans compassion
and you cried ..with the burning splinters orange bright!

would the sentinel rise ! a mass .?
the name that be youth
not one not two but countless to make you soothe
and strive would they ? that this monstrous hell..
this malaise, would never again swell !!!

ohh yes !! im back ..

Not with a bang though. And no , no more letters to the blog now on.I guess this relationship is going to go like this.sometimes we talk, sometimes we wont.And i know ,i have to take the initiative. So ..? QUE PASA ? (Oh ! That means 'wassup ' in spanish !).And i picked it up from a great senorita(pronounced 'seneorrita') online !. hmm Pretty hard stuff thrown at me from work side!! Things i have to gulpwith a pinch of salt .Down my gut! One month of horrendous typhoon in my head! It wasnt much about the toughness or the technicality of the work.But was demeaning . Not worth blogging on! Waste of bits and bytes that post on this page!

Anyways... been reading some National Geographics lately !! once again I reiterate "IT EES DA BESST MAGAZINE IN DA UNIVEERSE! " And it took just one flip through to get another clooose pal to get hooked to it ! Im soooooohappy i got another soul hitched !and just in case you happen to be reading this.. (Which by the way, you are .. if u are here).My sincere advice would be to go get yourself a copy of the "National Geographic Magazine"(it has a trademark bright Yellow border)
Hey !! tell me .. have u done any 'good'. Good as in 'constructive good' .Not like u know , giving a rupee to the begger at the crossroads.BTW.. there are hoards of them at this particular junction in Hyderabad! ,and hyderabadis reading this would have already guessed it right! its 'Paradise junction'. Digressions apart,I was talking about 'constructive good'. The kind of thing that makes u swell with compassion and pride!!! yep ... Something's for me down the corner.Something i can extol myself with. Spend my energies on!!
I'll gather more information abt this and enlighten u all people.Its worth it.. All you gotta do is just spread its awareness.

CAIO for now !

An Actor's masquerade
Life is an unending Act, My Actor says,
And I,a mere mortal in space.
Some scenes vitriolic,.. some stoic..
pretence lingers like blood in my vein,
And i reign the act,And i rein the feign.

Life is a unreal act ,My puppet Says,
And i perform ,mere puppetry on stage,
Some strings stretch, some strings break.
In vain ,i try to join the strings again,
And i reign the Act,And i rein the feign.

Life is a blissful fact,My ignorance says,
And I behold, mere ignorance in my gaze.
Some glances stay...,Some glances faze.....
I crave life's erudition,and it gives me pain
And i reign the Act,And i rein the feign.

Life is a pact,My tenure says,
And I number,all the moments I endure,
Some memoirs guilty...,some memoirs so pure.....
I continue to act,till my myriad life is lain
I shall reign the Act, I Shall rein the feign.

Life is for me to enact,my selfish soul says,
To impress an existence ,in other people's days,
Some people exist...,Some people fade...
My masterpiece,in all souls should I remain,
only then I have 'lived' the Act.... I Have 'lived' my name

love CP

Mirror mirror on the wall
who's the scariest of them all ?

IS it The common burgler with thefts so neat ?
wry smile ,warm eyes, not a glint of cheat!
Ach ! but desperation drives him..
Calculated intelligence he puts to feet.
Not sans humanity, but isnt it hunger that fuels his heat!

Mirror mirror on the wall
who's the scariest of them all ?

Is it The murderous psycopath we never know ?
the neighbour uncle ..and his alter ego !
Ach ! Science and law are but helpless..
power ,graft ,revenge..in him dont grow
for he,nor anyone knows not why he crazes blood so?

Mirror mirror on the wall
who's the scariest of them all ?

Is it The minister of state ,the clerk of a company,
Beaureucrats ,clerics, even peons swindling money. ?
Ach ! Not power but indomitable greed.
He Gathers property , gold , for his blood to breed,
These.. are just degenerate humans devoid of creed !

Mirror mirror on the wall
who's the scariest of them all ?

Is it the fanatic.. a communal messenger of doom
Quotas for his caste , religious beliefs for whom ?
Ach! this is mob mentality.
He strikes,he protests,he has fanatics to groom ..
a school bus ..the marketplace. Nitrates . Detonators .. KABOOM!!

Mirror mirror on the wall
who's the scariest of them all ?

Oh mirror ! I have no more patience .. for i pain
tell me .. show me.. anything else is vain..
For i shall confront them ,with vehemence and disdain
Ach! Magical mirror ,you are a farce..
for none my queries do u entertain..

WAIT !!

Ach ! So you are magical!!..
I see your reflections catch some grain..
a blurred fugurine ,the root to all society's pain,
Yes ! Yes ! this villain.. uncover him,........
HEY ! What is this .. O miror Why do u show me NAKED ,and with stain !!

A comedy of Errors... ( Part 1)

Oh yes.. !! The Shakespearean comedy. A tale of twins and separations and mistaken identities. A perfect setting for a classic comedy. He apparently had the high intellect and capacity to think of an intricate build up of the characters and settings to the story .Or is It ? .... Maybe the exact opposite of that particular human trait(Common sense and intelligence ... ummm..er sometimes overuse of it!) can also prove beneficent in providing interesting and embarrassing situations of stupidity and comedy.
. The thing is... ' The Bard ' was not aware of the existence of a few lowly software engineers ( Genus Homosapien SoftwareManiacus) , a couple of hundred years down his time.
Them evolution specialists and zoologists are still trying to figure out their hierarchy in the food chain(this continues to be a scientific mystery).Well ,in this case, most of the subjects are not exactly maniacs in software development. Rather , they are driven to the extremes of mania because of it.

Act 1 :
Characters: 'C '- a young jovial cheery eversmiling freshman into the IT industry
'R'- a young jovial but pensive freshman into the IT industry.
x, y, z.. A few gorgeous young ladies wrongly placed in the IT industry.
Situation: At a coffee vending machine , like countless other It freshmen Mr 'C' and this
group takes a break from a horrendous work routine and reaches for a paper
cup . There is a lot of tension in our guy's head. No , not as in frustration at work
dum dum u!!, but the presence of fine ladies has other things running in his
head. Mr 'R' is always wary of ladies and exhibits rainbows on his face whenever
approached by them.Shades of red are his forte ! . And Mr 'C' is th ultra smooth
one. the polished one with the courtesies and all. Mr 'R' keeps muttering curses
on 'C' .. damn u man!!
With great poise our 'C' takes the places it under the coffee vending
nozzle . Turns around smiles at them ladies behind him.. raises an eyebrow..
turns ahead again presses the button for TEA !!! turns around nonchalantly ,
holding the coffee cup with his hand. Mr 'R ' roars into peals of laughter and the
lovely girls giggle graciously as 'C''s expressions are at the zenith of embarassment.
Hot tea pours onto his wrist , Gritting his teeth he holds on to the grin he is
bravely sporting on his face. Thirty two twinkling white teeth can do
nothing to hide the shade of red that used to be so attached to Mr 'R'. Mr 'C'
elegant that he is( oh ! Crap !!), saunters off into the washroom , leaving behind a chorus of
laughter from our gang!

Act 2:
Characters: The one and only ...Mr 'C'
Situation: Its Appraisal time in the company. People are busy trying to recollect what productive thing they did over the past year.(Which we can be assured , is negligible ! ).The submission deadline is 10 AM. After which the online fecility becomes disabled.An Autoescalation takes effect which gives the managers the opportunity to 'Turbogear' the subordinate's career into oblivion. :) Mr 'C' has pay a visit to the bank at 10 15 Am for an examination fee payment. He also has to attend an important issue call in his bucket(read as 'his responsibility' ... but really apt !! "Balti" in hindi sounds better) at 11 00 Am.
Mr 'C' fills out successfully his achievements with a little help from Webster's dictionary.(Aware of the fact that all the effort is vain anyway ). He is also successful in helping a coupla other pals filling out theirs. 10 10 Am he is out and buzzing towards the bank... the hot scorching sun roasting his arms .... Arriving in time , is relieved there is no queue.Fills in the particulars .. pays in Cash !!(Hey .. he barely is surviving on what he gets for his sweat and salt !) . Packs the change into his purse.Walks to the enquiry counter . Picks up the Sling bag he had placed earlier on the customer's chair. Walks out .Check's the time. 10 35 Am . WOW ! .
Bang on time !. With a Smugness that never existed , and a sure gait that he never walked, he takes out his bike.. gives a blast on the accelerator...(Heads turn). Our guy smiles in acknowledgement to all those who see. Man it feels great to be in control... !!doesn't it ? .Zooms back to office unmindfull of the sun on his temples and forearms. Reaches the cubicle , logs into the system knocks his knuckles and stretches his arms .. its going to be a great day ahead... "RUBAROOOOOO ROSHINIIIIIII.... oye SAAALA .. Abhi abhi... hua yakin...." jingles his phone's ringtone. Hmm who can it be ?.

"HEllo !.. Yes this is 'C' .."

Hello Mr . C .. I am calling from 'MAKAN' bank....... ( Names have been changed on req.)

{Damn .. not another credit card salesman... . jesus !! im going to blast her !!}

" Yes .. MR 'C'.. you seem to have forgotten your Wallet at the Bank!!! "

{ WHAM !! KABOOOM !!! ... realization dawns.. RUBAROOOOOO ROSHINIIIIIII.... oye SAAALA .. Abhi abhi... hua yakin....ki abhi bheeee buddbhuuu sahiiiiiii" }

A tense 15 minutes later... at the bank.

" Thank you sooo much maam.. I am soo Grateful to u.. I was in a hurry, so i guess i must have been absent minded today.. "

{JUST Today???? you have to be kidding us man !!}

"Please Sir .. Check if all the cash is present.. !! and ur cards... "

"OH .. No thank you maam , it absolutely fine.. no problem at alll , thats OK !! really .. If you insist.. . ummm one . two ... another ten buckc.... some coins .. yep they are all there .. thank you so much.."

Red faced and embarrassed Mr C walks out of the bank..
"RUBAROOOOOO ROSHINIIIIIII.... oye SAAALA .. Abhi abhi... hua yakin...."
jingles the ringtone again....

"Mr C.......... You seem to have forgotten your keys here in the BANK !!!!!"

!@#$#%#$%#$^%#%^%$^$@#$#

regards
CP

To be continued with many more such bloopers... :)))

" My dil goes...HUMMMM .... ..!!!” ??

There was a song … saif ka …
wats was it ? … some humming thing…." mmmm mmmm”
something like my heart is beating mmm mmm mm (priety’s there tooo )

Oh ! Ya YA Salaam Namaste !!! there you go…
“my dil goes...hmmm ..” ?? Yupp thats the one I guess
great lyrics….. It has .. Doesn’ t..?

An Absolute wonderment in terms of poetry .
A Classic in it lyrical sense.!!! Mind Blowing ..
Well it has blown my mind to smithreens.No idea about yours.

" jab kappade dhota hai.......
tab lungi phatti hai.........
jab cooking karta hai..
roti tawa ban jata hai......
thakke thakke pizzza order karta haiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii
my dil goes mmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmmmmm “

Hey wait up.. Hold your horses.. that wasn’t in the song.. But then again…
Agar song writer ko choot de dee hoti to ye bhi likh daalta.!!!

The music, thankfully is great… And that’s exactly and the only reason I like the song.
Maybe the director wanted to capture the little, simple things between a couple that build up the affection between them.

PHLONK !!!! (Reality strikes)

But here is a girl(supposedly intelligent…) not married to this guy...
and all she likes is his cleaning the curtains and falling on the sofa… and umpteen other
gullibilities !!

!#$#$@#%%^#!#43

Like what are we viewers !!!… Zombies!!!! Surprisingly quite a many of us are…
Ok Ok ! I like the song tooo

The music I mean.. Its really hummable...
The song does capture the mundane yet sweet thing that flashes on a person the moment an object of affection passes by or gives a smile .
DING ! and the sky lights up and bells ring
And there you go walking a jig with a lively gait .


And then i made a point to listen to the hip hop / remix version of the same song..

KABOOOM !!! (I never learn sic ! )

Hoping that the maybe the fast beat and music will overshadow and drown the zenith of stupidity expressed in the lyrics
But as it turns out.. the first antara ending makes me puke everything out of my guts
yaaaaaaaaackkk !!! ..

Was the music direstor in the loo when he was composing this song.
This remix one sounds like the singer is having constipated bowel syndrome and is
"umhh.. ummhh umm hhh ummhh uaaummm"

Excuse me !!!!! But I seriously cant do anything but compare.. Some times even that appears more rhythmic..

Imagine this.. Visualize.. .. the music director is explaining the song and the music to the singer ..
"dekhiye ....... gaane ko mehsoooos kijiye ....... ander se emotion ko aane dijiye... ... "samjhiye ki aaap toilet mien hain............... "


regards
CP

LOVE !!As Science sees it .! ( Part 2 )

Love as Science sees it, is a BioChemical Reaction. It could be categorized into three types .What we all see as “Love at First sight” or the cupid strikes thingie ! ( Allow me to be a little vivid ... When everything seems to be topsy-turvy. When you are always a feet above ground in his/her presence. When you crave attention ) Then you need to go and get your levels of DOPAMINE checked . MRI scans of the brain of a person, who felt pleasure at the sight of a recent beloved revealed that a certain region in the brain exhibited extraordinary hyperactivity .This is the manufacturing region of a biochemical called Dopamine. (Ever Heard of Dope ! yep A Cocaine like effect ).All rationality goes for a Six. Person becomes bold and courageous .Willing to do anything. I guess most of you can relate to this semi rational state. ! And when the levels of Dopamine production reduces gradually over time .That is exactly when the person starts to appear a bore(Or maybe a Boar ! ,wild and grunting ! :) ) It is said , that Dopamine , in right amounts can cause intense energy and exctement.Ring any bells :) !!. Sometimes it is a credible enough source of motivation and concentration to achieve something. Yes , It is a double edged sword.

there are articles and news bits in the newspaper. A few lines hurriedly composed by a time starved journo about a suicide out of failed love !. About a murder due to failed love. Jea'lousy' in love led to blah blah and Yada yada . The very thoughts of which are revolting . And might sometimes spoil the very day you are planning to start on a bright note.People who behave in a way not very far from insane. Quick to anger and abuse yet very passionate in their 'love'. We al would have heard and read about greek tales of passion and Greek God of love "EROS" . The immortal tale of 'The Siege of Troy " and its ten year battle . Jealousy , hatred , love sorrow and "OCD" !! . Yes my friends, So starts the saga of Obsessive Compulsive Disorder ! .The mental disease which exhibits fits of calms and rage and obsession about anything or maybe everything! . Studies of people who have claimed to be relly passionately in love ! and compared to those suffering from OCD revealed striking similarities in the levels of a biochemical called SEROTONIN . Which is a neurotransmitter. I know I know this science thing is getting a trifle boring but believe me it is for real. People with OCD had serious imbalance of serotonin, So did people who claimed to be passionately in love. Studies and graphs showed both the groups having serotnin levels by 40 % . Eeek !!!!!!!!! Ack ! . Cough ! Cough !. Final translation :" Obsessive LOVE and OCD have similar chemical profile,and maybe extremely difficult to tell apart. Translation : Stay Away from love ! "

I shall now acquaint you to another well known scientific faculty . Area of expertise viz. the functioning of the mind , emotions , memories and their effects. I present to you Viola! Psychiatry and his cousins , Psychology and Psychioanalysis. And according to the pioneers in this field . (Mr sigmund Freud, Karl Jung ... etc) Love is nothing but a simulation of the earliest infantile experiences of a person. Yes! The feelings which are still engraved deep down inside the brain. Which we would like to recapture as adults . That is exactly why we can hear our hearts speakand question... "Ohh , I feel so comfortable with her" , "My God , I can feel it, He is the right person and feels so familiar!" .
Another theory in Psychology is the theory of Evolution.( Attention Animal Planet Watchers ) Animals where the female of a particular species look out for the the perfect (alpha male !) male to mate with. The Alphadom of this male ,apparently is proven by potentially life threatening fights amongst all the present males. (And the winner gets to keep all the females !) I cant think even think of something like that in the Homo sapien Sapien species .Yikes ! Gives me shudders. Though the scenario is not entirely ruled out if the males fight for the alpha female!! Just kidding. Coming back to science.... The possibility exists deep down in the human instinct to pass on its own genes for bearing a best offspring ,and thus for the purpose , find itself a very healthy and fit carrier. !!! Factors like physical appeal , intellect , survival skills, immune and looks do play an important role in partner selection. (Sigh ! what a cruel world this is !)

Women : 70 % waist to hip ratio . !
Men : Rugged features and intellect. !

Note : For dogs .. a sniff test works out great!

So doesnt Passionate love last ?. I am asking myself as i write this. Why do people see beauty first then Blandness later ?. Why are initial moments cherished and then later forced to accept as an antibiotic.? Why doesnt generous Dopamine not lead to generous OXYTOXIN (spelled oxytocin too .C'mon its a noun !!) . Yes you get it . This biochemical called oxytoxin is responsible for healthy emotions. Generous levels of this are observed whenever a person is near a child or a long married loved one. People with low levels of Oxytoxin are diagnosed with AUTISM. The inablility to socialise and understand relations ! . Shut out from connections and Society.
Generous 'oxytoxinics' exhibit feelings of Attachment and bonding . Of relationships , experiences of ups and downs in the company of people you know and respect. Not just restricted to opposite gender. Relationships frayed by money , mortgage , parents , responsibilities and children. Strengthning of friendships based on respect and admiration. Mutual likes and dislikes. Frankness and understanding. People with a healthy levels of Oxytoxin are void of jealousy and insecurity , Hence over a period of time ( true ! excitement is not that high) But if you can manage an even balance of Dopamine and Oxytoxin. There's nothign like it. ! :)

However , There is a separate species called the ' HOMOSAPIENS INDIANUS ' to which any logic doesnt apply nor rationalise . Otherwise known as the Indians . Science does not matter here , only stupidity. Like a buddy of mine always says "ITS IN THE MINDSET DA !!!..."

Regards
CP (Thanks to National GeoGraphic Magazine for much of above stuff. )

LOVE !!As Science sees it .! ( Part 1 )

Just another blogger , bloggin about the most blogged about topic in the history of BLOGOSPHERE. So how hackneyed can this blog be. To an extent ,Yes ! The word in itself , has been blatantly used at every occasion , street corner , every food joint, marriage gathering , ladies room et all…Like a rainbow without a shade of Green , blogs would be a tad incomplete without the slightest mention about it . A Sentient yet an intangible behemoth .,It is huge , It is incomprehensible. I might not be wrong if I say that a million people will have two million sensings about it .
Man has an inquisitive mind . Reasoning out things . Why things happen the way they do ? Woman is even more so , with a curiosity unparalleled .That is why , perhaps this Lady Scientist decided to embark upon a life’s ambition to figure out the science of Love ! . More than fifty years of studies , research , findings , observations to give credence to her theory. A couple of psychoanalysts with their own independent observations bolster it too ….

Situation 1:
So you’re a teenage girl or maybe were sometime ! . An adolescent girl( definitely not innocent ) , You have a new male class teacher . Very rough looking yet very gentlemanly and polite. Girls are absolutely infatuated with him. “Am I looking good today?”, “ Will he notice me in the rollcall ? “. The rush of adrenalin when its time for his class . Then eyes scouring for a glimpse of him in the hall way. And when he walks to you at the end of the day, deep down you seriously wish he’d say something more than just sweet compliments !!! “Miss .. Your essay assignment on the Battle of Panipat ,1526 is a week overdue ! And I expect it to be on my desk first thing in the morning. ” . You saunter off subconsciously towards the library willing to spend the night making notes !!!.

Situation 2 :
You’re a College guy. Waiting at the bus stop . To a bystander it seems like you are cursing the bus for being late . Maybe you have plans of reaching home early , and catching up on a chapter of Fluid Dynamics !!. And the reality is that you have bribed a fellow classmate to take your bike to a certain known place. Suddenly your face lights up . and the bystanders face contorts as he realizes that you are not waiting for the bus , but a certain member of the opposite sex , who happens to commute daily on that bus . And its no coincidence that her destination is frightfully close to where your bike is parked . You get onto the bus .Through-out the 40 min journey ,you are always trying to catch a glimpse of her seated at the very front .Alas all you can see is the jet black of her hair and a feet and a half of yellow dupatta . The 40 min journey on the rickety cantankerous bus seems like a few min. You forget to claim the rest of the money the ticket collector owes to you. You forget that you feel nauseous and dizzy whenever you are inside a bus. And finally when she disappears into her house at the streets end, you are at your wits end when u realize you are 30 km from your home .You aptly scratch your head in disbelief, and walk to your bike and drive home !!!

And a million such instances .Each a masterpiece and with its own merit . ( I have my own share of such instances which By the way are not just restricted to the subject of emotions !. but commonsense as well ! Dum dum that I am .). Hey ! Hold on Wait a minute. Now where does science come in here ? It does , Chill . Read along.

(To be continued in PART 2.... )

A Letter to My Blog ...

Dearest Blog .
Apologies ! SLAP !! (ouch !) . Head hung. I have been horrible to you for the past few months. I‘ve neglected you , I ve ignored you. I’ve been indifferent. And I know there is nothing worse than that. Its even worse than rejection ! . For in a rejection , one knows what the reason is or might be. And in ignorance one knows nothing , can expect to know nothing, and the conscience and the guilt keeps whamming the daylight and moonlight out of one.
You might think , “Yah , and now he’ll tell me all the reasons for his inexcusable behaviour Because he can give reasons, and reasons he will give,… sigh! And he can make people seem to believe them !! sob !” . But No , I will not , because I have no excuses. I am guilty as charged. Crudest of excuses I will give and which you can type down, take prints, bind and throw right onto my face. Because I am worth it . Worth the
Work ! you may ask. . Well yes , to an extent . one full month I was involved in it full time . but I do not consider it a credible reason to do injustice to you. .
Preparation for my exam ?. Sick! If that was a reason , I’d be happy and so would you ,because by now I would have excelled in it with flying colours. The fact that I have been telling myself that I have to prioritise it and work on it , and keep other things pending really makes me laugh at myself . Yes , A cynical ,hysterical laugh. A laugh that would make me ashamed.
If I had any decency . Any respect towards reading / writing as such I would have communicated with you. But I did not .There were a couple of poems I did pen down. I always thought of showing them to you. But I have no idea why I did not !. No excuse .Can’t think of one . I am at fault . And I cannot think of anything to answer you and your questioning glances. I know that u know I spent time reading books . If I could spare time doing that why couldn’t I spend a little time with you. Even if it was just a Hello. The way you stare at me .. you seem to be questioning me ..”Am I just an Accessory to you ? haan Answer me !!! ” If that is what is in your mind. I do not have an answer for it. I am skeptical myself .
I do not think I am a good writer, but at least I can write for my own self .Spit on the ethical me . And that ,I think should have been the basis of my relationship with you. My passion for expression was stifled. I was confused and refused to accept that fact . Reading and writing are inseparable since time immemorial . But as I saw it I neglected and was indifferent to writing. Though I passioned poems and dramatics now and then . .Havent really done justice to it. You and I know that it is through writing we came across each other . And did realize that we could have something between us . But my start was amiss somewhere .Maybe in the ideology of my relationship with you.
As I see now , I would want to make up for all the loss which has happened to u . And as a result to me. Please . Consider this plea. For I Promise to write and write for myself. For my expressions ,For your pathos . For Ethos of Language .. For my creative self . If I am creative as others find me. I shall write and express myself here.
Yours truly
CP